Figure the Riddles
Figure the riddles ya gotta think to win, we stuck in the middle between the bones and the skin. Listen to the fiddle on the violin. Its a bitter sweet symphony in the cities of sin. Ever since infancy I been gettin it in, no need 4 sympathy its not that grim. When they catch a glimpse of me eyes be like..Ping!
Something ya never seen before on something ya couldn't even dream, what's more I'll do something that'll make mean look lawful, sex, lies and violence. Just plain awful. With this text I'll try to silence anyone with a jaw full. If ya wanna run! b4 ya walk.. Crawl fool. Anyone that took me for a tool can't be helpd by goin bak 2 skool. This isn't in the book and far from being cool. this is real serious and kinda cruel. That's tough love for ya and only has one rule.. Trust
I do this outta passion ain't to stay in fashion. Besides this is a timeless piece their computer systems crashin. I'm dashin wit the media wana travel like expedia, ya know im talkin freedom yea!? I hope to make a speedier sound, match the light. Get me?
Maybe then they'll see and give up the fight. Back to the rythem coz I gotta digest a flow. I ain't gotta get wit em, who the best. I guess I got to know. And so what about it! yeah I'm on the rooftops I'ma shout it bangin til the youth stops to witness where the doubt is.
In their own mind and its been implanted. Here I am tryin to unwind and it feels like I ranted. They say this ain't a crime, I'm just reminding that we slanted. Never to be equalled, pac knew! They planned it. From the begining we in the middle and its coming to an end.
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